Lyrics Hockey Team - Moosh & Twist

Hockey Team

It’s fucking up my mind, man I’m touring
I tell it how it is, thank the Lord
I gotta speak the truth, end of story
'Cause I’m insecure
And I got anger problems
I cut some family off
I just don’t think about 'em
I lost a couple lovers
I just don’t sing about 'em
I keep my sons close
I put a ring around 'em
Been dealing with some drama
This shit been getting ugly
Feel like I’m dodging bullets
Niggas been getting lucky
You cannot pull my card
I’m not no fucking dummy
Move on my own accord
You either hate or love me, yeah
It’s hard for me to say I was depressed
My heart numb, I don’t feel it’s nothing less
Shit is real man, I can’t reply to texts
I’m cold-blooded, what the fuck do you expect?
I’m still the extra most bestest
'02 Lexus
God on my side
I got Jesus on my necklace
Taking care the fam but I still be going reckless
Moving like the mob 'cause I know he gon protect us (Amen)
I don’t gotta call, I’m already on the guest list (Word)
If the head good then I take her out to breakfast
Had to drop a tape I can feel I’m getting restless
God on my side
I got Jesus on the necklace
Oh shit
Pull up with that thing like Project Pat (oh shit)
This 1−800, where my nigga Logic at?
(oh shit)
Sneak up on a op like an alley cat (oh shit)
Ain’t got no time for these hoes, holla back
The new whip go vroom on a bitch
I just went and put some shoes on that bitch
I ain’t playing by the rules with this shit
Vanilla Sky, Tom Cruise on that bitch
I bet the neighbors know my name
They think we some wise guys
I’m not someone to judge
I look good in God’s eyes
All close range, ain’t gon' be no drive-bys
Case closed for these kids like I work at Osh-Kosh ay
It’s hard for me to say I was depressed
This shit just hit me like a bullet to the chest
I’m done with love, I would rather have respect
I’m cold-blooded, what the fuck do you expect?
I’m still the extra most bestest
'02 Lexus
God on my side
I got Jesus on my necklace
Taking care the fam but I still be going reckless
Moving like the mob 'cause I know he gon protect us (Amen)
I don’t gotta call, I’m already on the guest list (Yeah)
If the head good then I take her out to breakfast
Had to drop a tape I can feel I’m getting restless
God on my side
I got Jesus on the necklace
Oh shit
Oh shit
I got this butterfly tattooed on my stomach
Funny thing is how I knew I should’ve never done it
All the way back then you said that you would love it
And now you got me looking crazy when I’m out in public
And yeah that’s how it’s gotta be and it’s fine with me
'Cause I’m boutta be on 10 like it’s 9:50
I got a whole lotta money in my duffel bag
Philly shit, I’m boutta get all in my fucking bag
In '07 Lil Wayne tought me how to rap
'16, 2 Chainz taught me how to trap
Kanyeezy taught me well, that’s my fucking dad
I’m the greatest rapper ever, that’s a fucking fact
Yeah, see when I wanna go in I do my thing
No stopping me
All yall playing games like monopoly
Everybody copying
All yall fucking copy and pasting
I got a Glock in my basement
I let it pop from my hip just like it’s a hockey team
When I let it talk, I ain’t talking 'bout no Rocky theme
I might go on top of things
I might take some Dramamine
On my fuckin' family
I might go on top of things
I’m looking like a mother fucking animal, for real
I got it ill
I gotta make these fucking mills
I gotta kill
I gotta do this for the ill
I --, erh
I might end up on Dr. Phil
Yeah I said for real, yeah I said for real
And I said oh yeah
Don’t know who yall playing with
Said ooh yeah
I was on some major shit
Said ooh yeah
Don’t know who yall playing with
Said ooh yeah
I was on some major shit
(Oh shit, oh shit)